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174 Love's Labor Not Lost 3 3 

149 New Years in N. Y^ 7 fi 

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219 Rags and Bottles 4 1 

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249 $2,000 Reward ..2 

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132 Actor and Servant 1 i 

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Col. Kufus Hadle y Father of Vixeu 

i'Pat From Killarney 

Arthur Burton Lorena Preston's lover 

Lawrence Duffield Poetic yoitng man 

^Keginald Morton Admirer of Laura Castleton 

jLoRENA Preston A lady of honor 

kjAURA^CASTLETON A schcmer 

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ACT I. 

SCENE I— Street. Pat sings xoithoni. 

"I'll go back ngjiiii to tho land I love so well. 

Farewell to BuUly and to Barney, 

Go back to wbcre my darling; Elsie sleeps, , 

Up 'niong the lakes of Killarney." • -- • 

Enter, Pat, r., dressed in old clothes. 

' Pnt. Ocli 1 Becorra, r.nd I'm all broke up : I'll jist teTI ye T^Jtf « 
tbc matter; fate lias been pin vino; tlie very divil wid poor old Pat! 
Sure didn't I win tlie sweet Biddy ISfalonc, as ]>nrty a lady as iver 
ye saw, and we settled down in onr little cot, with a wee patch for 
praties. After a while a little auir'd came to bless our home — little 
Elsie, the darlint! God blo-s her! and I were a happy man ; for 
sui'«, wlien I wor cninirio; homo from work she would run out 
nnd put her wee little arir.s around my neck and would say, "I love 
you, daddy!" But we soon saw that our little darlint was gitthi' 
whiter every day, and she didn't run out to meet me any more; and 
one day she iist fell aslape and they came and took her away and 
put her in the C(dd, dark ground. Och ! Begorra, and I'm all broke 
up! {vnpcs eyes) Me poor Biddy died of a broken heart and left 
me alone intirely. So I thought I would come to Ameriky and 
forget me grief. So here I am — walking the streets of Warnock, 
and begging a man for a penny — but my heart will turn back to 
where me darlints lie up 'jnong the lakes of Killarney. 

(retires to back oj stage 

Enter, CoLOXKL ITadt.ey, u. — dressed v-oorly. 

Colonel. Yes— yo? — twenty years a<ro T lost her, my darlint 
ehild; lost her down in Dixie, apd here I am — nothing but a beggar! 

Fat. {(/side) Abeu'gar? (almid) TTollo. pard! (Coloxkl sini-^s) 
How's luck? for I seehv the music of you're chinj'ou're in the samo 
biz as meself — only a beggar I 

C<d. Yes; only a beggar! But once it was not so. Long years 
sgo I lost a little girl 

Pat. Sh— sh — stay there, pard ! You've struck a tender place In 
Old Pat's heart. I, too, lost a little girl. She lies over la Ireland, 



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up 'mong the lakes of Killarney. But its nil riglit, pard, she's up 
there now with the pure white au>iels. 

Col. No, Fat, you niisuuderstand me, 3/// little o'irl did not die — 
v'ould to God she'had! 'J'hat would he hetter tiian the agony of 
knowing that she is somewhere in the wide world, perhaps with no 
hand to guide her in the path of purity and truth. 

Pat. Uedad, that is a bad job ' But how was it? Old Pat has a 
heart full of svuipalhy for any man who has trouble and sorrow. 

Col. Well,' Pat, I'll tell yon my story. My name is Hadlej' — 
Colonel Rufus Hadley. I'm from Georgia — Irom dear old Dixie ; 
suid I was once wealthy and respected. George Preston and I were 
schoolboys together. We had the misfortune to fail in love with the 
same girl; she accepted me. Had she nnuried him I would gladly 
have left them to their happiness; but he was tilled with rage, and 
swore vengeance. He left the country and I thought we were 
safe. The happy months rolled by and a little girl came to our 
liome; we little thought of the great cloud that was hanging over 
lis, for my little girl was snatched away from us by my rival, George 
Preston. 1 have spent thousands in search of her. Besides, 1 in- 
vested several thousand in the Trans Atlantic Silver Co., which I 
never expect to hear from ; and thus it is that yo\i see me a begaar, 
but still searching for my lost child. 

Pat. Och ! that is a bad job — a very bad job ! But was there 
nothing you could trace her by, or know her if you met her? 

Col. Nothing save a little locket, with a lock of her mother's 
hair inside, 

Enter, Laura Castleton, l. — slowly passes behind. 

—and her own name. Vixen, engraved upon it. (paces stage) Oh> 
where is my child to-day? Out ni the world ! Perhaps unprotected, 
tincared for, is my own darling child I Oii, Yixenl Vixen! My 
child I My child! 

/Stands icith folded hands and bowed head while voices xoithout sing e 

verse of " Where is my Child To-night f 

SLOW CUKTAIN. 

SCENE II — Parlor in Lorena PE£STo^''s house. 
Vixen discovered. 

Vixen. Another year has passed. Again the roses are in bloom 
All nature is alive with joy and / still am lost to those who love me 
best. Oh, where is my father and my dear mother? How well I 
remember her sweet face! Oh, what must be the agony of their 
hearts, to know that somewhere out in this world of sin and sorrow, 
is their first born child ! Oh, that this little, locket might speak, 
(produces locket) and tell me where to find my parents! Plere is a 
lock of hair, doubtless that of my mother. I will ever wear it near 
my heart; perhaps it may prove itself a happy talisman to lead me 
to ray parents. 

Enter, Loreka Preston, r. 

Lorena. "What, Vixen ; brooding over your trouble again ? 
Vix. Oh, Lorena, how can I help it? What must be the feelings 
of my parents? Their hearts must be full of agony, when they 



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re.'ilize th.-it tlieii- own darliiit^ child, tlieir lir.st born, the cliild they 
huve watched over :uid pniyed for, is lost to them R)revei. 

Lor. No; not forever. Vixen! Ivcnieniher there is ;i time coming 
M'hen friends ,shnll meet, and sliall ehtsp iiands, never to part again. 
Ic may seem hard; hut because Ahnighiy God hatli done it, it is 
just. 

Vi.c. Just! Just! JIow can it l)e just? Wliat sin had I done 
tliat 1 shoidd be lorn Irom iheir arms almost before 1 could lisp the 
sainted name of moti.er. 

Lor. Y(!s, Vixen, my lather's sin loas a grievous one; but do not 
despair. 1 will do all / can to place you in jH)ur parent's arms. 
And as my fatiu'r sinned, his daugiiter will ever try to make amends 
for tiiat sin. 1 w ill do all in my jjower to restore you to your pa- 
rents, and if that is im[,()<silile, 1 will ever be your friend, seeking to 
follow tiie divine injunction, "Jiear ye one anothers burden." 

Vlx. Thank you, Lorena! Your words are like balm to my 
aching lieart. May heaven bless you for Ihein ! 

Lor. And now cheer iij) and look your prettiest, for I saw Mr. 
Duftleld coming up tiie road, doubtless for a morning call; so I will 
leave yon too "tete a lete" while 1 look after my flowers. (e./ui, k. 

Vix. Mr. DulHeld coming! AVell, I don't know what to think of 
the fellow! I am atraid 1 am beginning to like him for all his senti- 
ment and poetry; tor I do believe that beneath all ids nonsense, he 
has a hearc that is noble and good. 

Enter, Lawuekce Duffikld, i.. — music. 
— Good morning, Mr. Dulfield! 

Lawrence. Good morning, iNfiss Vixen! 

Vix. Tins is a sidendid morning, iNLr. Dutlield! 

Lawrence. Simply grand! Wiiy, there is sometliing in the very 
air this mornuig that seems to give a man inspiration, I thought 
that if all poets liad such adorable and fascinating objects as your- 
self to write about, that our poetry woidd be more sublime, more 
heavenly; for though the l)irds sang ten times sweeter, though the 
flowers blushed ten times more daintily as the gentle zei)hyrs kissed 
their cheeks, tliongh the beauties of nature were; doubled, aye, 
trebled; j'et its beauty could not comj)ai-e with tiie loveliness of 
your own beautitul self. 

"For the beantii^s of nature are noble — arc grand; 
Bnt the beauties of nature never can stand 
'Gainst thy beauty, sweet maiden; for ihou art the best 
Of all womaidiood, which by heaven we're blest." 
Vix. Thank yon, Mr. Dutlield! Bnt [ ain afraid you are most 
too enthnsiastic. 1 am hartily in sympathy with the morning, for I 
!iave been thiidiing of my own lost condition. 1 sometimes think 
lite is not worth the living. JMr. Uullield, I think it must be grand 
to be able, at a moment's notice, to compose some of tlie most 
beautiful lyrics on any subject that can he presented. 

Laiorence. It is a grand gift, Miss Vixen; and one for which I am 
ever thankful. 1 heartily sympatiiize with you in your sorrow; and 
if you are ever in need of help in any way, let me know and I will help 
yim ail 1 can. 

Vix. Thinik you, Mr. Duflleld! 

Lawrence. Always Mr. — why not Lawrence — sounds better — not 
jsO conventional. But speaking of poetry — the editors of the maga- 
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'my mannscripts returned with ''thanks." Shall I read you my last 
endeavor ? 

Vix. Oh, yes! I should be delighted to hear it I 
Lawrence. It is entitled, "An Ode to my Love." 
'.reads You're a daisy ! You're a darling I 
You're the flower of my heart! 
Oh, that through this world of ti'ouble, 
You and I might never part. 

I am ever thinking of thee, 
And I see thee in my dreams; 
Oh, that it were reality, 
What to me in fancy seems. 

Oh, dear love, if but one moment, 
I might clasp you in my arms; 
I would shield you from all danger, 
I'd protect you from all harms. 

•^h, that r mij:ht e'er be with thee. 
Through this world of ceaseless sin ; 
■^hen that saddest of words we ne'er need say, ' 
?■ ^las! it might have been. 

^eath will part us. lovolv maiden; 
Oh, how very pad 'twill be! 
V But I trust that wo shall meet again, 
A-- In the great eternity." 

.—What do yon think of that, Miss Vixen ? 

' Vix. I think it is splendid, ISIr. Duflield Oh, I forgot Law- 
rence, I mean! How some hearts would throb at receiving such a 
missive. 

Laicrence. Aye, there is nothing like poetry to open the most 
obdurate heart. It seems to be a magic key to open the portals of 
the enchanted, to tear down the walls of prejudice and let love step 
in without contention. 

Vix. I quite agree with you that poetry is one of Cupid's 
most subtle ways of gaining ncc-ss to the lienrt. 

Lawrence. I have been thinking about you, IMiss Vixen, and I 
believe I will have to put your story in vcvsc. Would you like to 
have me do so? 

Vix. Oh, certainly ! I should like it very much. 

Laicrence. But is there no chance of you ever finding your 
parents. 

Vix. No, I scarcely dare to hope. Mr. Preston died without- 
giving the name of my parents or any clew whereby I miglit be 
restored to them. 

_ Laiorence. Aye, it is sad— very sad; but we must remember the 
immortal words of Longfellow : 

"Into eacli life some rain must fall, 
Some days be dark and dreary." 

Vix. Yes; still I cannot say that I am nltogether unhappy. I 
would very much like to have vou compose some impron.'ptu poetry 
on some subject which I shall propose. 

Lawrence. 1 shall be delighted to do so if it is In my power. 



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Viz. Of oourse it is in j'OLir power. Now won't you compose a 
stanzii on this bunch of flowers i' 

Lawrence. AVitli all my heart I 
"These flowers are tilled with fragrance and their beauty is sublime; 
Oh, that tliey aiight last forever, e'en until tlie end of time. 
Their presence so enhance the beauty of the morn; 
But tliey're not half so pretty as the hissie tliey adorn* 

Vix. You really should be rewarded for that, Mr. Duftlekl. It 
was really a flue compliment. 

Lawrence. I ask but a elight reward. Will you give it to me, 
Miss Vixen? 

Vix. Conditionally I will. 

Lawrence. The reward I ask, is one kiss from your sweet lips. 

(places his arm about her waist 
Vix. (jumping vp) I think you are rather familiar! I fear I 
cannot grant your rerpicst. 

Lowrciice. You won't be so cruel as to refuse me that one little 
favor, will you':* 

Vix. Well, 1 — I — I — Well, you compose me one stanza ou — ou 
—well, on myself, and I will grant your request. 
Lawrence. You're tlie prettiest flower by far, 

That has ever burst into bloom ; 
The linest piece of tapestry 
That has ever passed through the loom. 
You're an angel in leature and form, 
An angel in womanl}^ grace; 
For you in celestial glory, 
There certainly is a X)lace. 

Takes her in his arms and kisses her — Voices outside sing ''/i/ss ma 
quick''' as cunain fulls. 

SCENE III— Wood. 

Enter, Lauka Castleton, l, 

Laura. Oh, cruel fate! to love a man who does not even care for 
us, and to be loved by another whose love we cannot return. Keg- 
inald, would to Uod that I could requite your love instead of lavish- 
ing it on him w ho does ni)t care for me. 

Enter, Pat, who hides behind tree, R. 

— Oh, Arthur! Can you not care ever so little for her who loves 
you so dearly? But no! your heart is occupied by the image of 
another, and that other one whom 1 dispise; but she shall never be 
your wife while I live, for "thwarted love soon turns to jealous 
hale." Hark! Some one comes ! {hides 

Enter, Arthur and Lorena, r. 

Arthur. Lorena, I thought this eve would never come. I have 
been counting the minutes since 1 saw you last. Here, let us sit 
down ou this rustic seat for I have something to tell you. {they sit — 
takes he-r hand) Lorena, 1 want to tell you that I love you — that I 
buve loved you from the flrst moment I saw you ! My life is in your 



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hands. I love yon with an affection so stron":, so powerful, that my 
whole life is meroed into it. Oh, my darling! I can only tell yuu 
in plain words that I love you better than for in ne or lite; and I 
plead to you, Lorena, for some little love in return. Lorena, darling, 
tell me you love me and will be my wife. 

Lor. I love you, Artliur — but I can not be j'our wife! 

Arthur, (starts) Kepeat those words, Lorena; my senses have 
played me false — not you. But you do not mean it! Oh, my love, 
it is a cruel jest. 

Lor. Nay, it is no jest, but the sad, earnest truth. 

Arthur. But, Lorena, you say you love me! 

Lor. Yes — heaven pity me — I do! 

Arthur. You do! {clasps her in his arms and kisses her) Oh, 
Lorena, it that he true what shall part us? 

Lor. I can not be your wife, Arthur I Do not be angrj'' with me; 
if you turn from me in anger 1 shall dk'.. Listen, Artliur, while 1 
tell you the reason! My father in his j-oung days had a schoolmate. 
They grew up to manhood together. Unhap])ily both fell in love 
with the same woman — the friend won her. JMy father, tilled with 
remorse and disappointment, left the sunny south, and for three 
years wandered over the states. In the meantime a little girl had 
been boin to his friend. My father returned to the south, kiilnapped 
tlie child and lier parents have never heard of her since. My father 
soon married and settled down here in Warnock. On his death-bed 
he contided to me — his onl}^ child — the secret of his crime, and ex- 
tracted from me the solemn vow that 1 should never marry until 
this child had been restored to her parents. He innnediately died 
without giving any clew b}' which the parents could he fouiul. That 
child is Vixen. This one name was inscribed upon a locket wliieh 
was round her neck. Tbe iiarents I have never been able to find. 
Conseiiuently that vow still binds me and to-day it has almost 
broken my heart. 

Arthur. Lorena, I respect and honor 3'our devotion and fidelity. 
Vixen this child ! How strange I never thought of inquiring wdio 
she was. She has been to me, as to the rest of you, simply Vixen. 
But this vow, Lorena, places a barrier between us, which severs us 
perhaps forever. Yet I will bear my sorrow like a man — though a 
lieart-broken one; my whole life is yours; 1 devote it to your cause. 
If her parents are yet among the living they must and will be found. 
Let us return now, Lorena; the evening is growing cold, {exit, L. 
Laura emenjes from her hidiwj-place. 

Laura. So the lo^t Vixen alone keejjs lliose two apart. Then 
lost she must remain forever. Perhaps that beggar whom 1 heard 
talking here that day is her father. If so — he must not remain; he 
Avould be sure to find her and thus blast my hopes forever. I must 
get him away from here — but how to ilo iti' 1 have it — I will tell 
him I overheard him talking of his lost child. I will then inform 
him that I heard of a young lady in Wheeling who was lostor rather 
stolen when a child and who has never heard of her parents. This 
will take him to Wheeling immediately ; once away he will nevev 
jeturn to such an insignificant place as this. 

Enter, Kkginald Mokton, r. 

Beginald. Good evening, Laui-a! . 

Laura. Good evening, Eeginald ! {starts to go 

lieg. Nay, do not go ! The evening is pleasant— let us sit and 



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talk here uiuler these ohl oaks. Liuira, do you bcli(\f in fate? 

Laura. In fate, Heginaid i* That i^ u sulijcct loo lUep, i liai-, for 
a <;irl like me. 1 believe in lirovideiiee. 

lie(j. For sometime I have hceu thinkiiii;' of the sulij;et. ^\^•lrt it 
fate lliat broui;lit me back to Ibis town w brn' my I. (y boot! was 
spent':* If so, i lear it is a eruel fate and one wbieb lias dcslroyed 
my happiness. 

Laura. Destroj^ed your liappiness, lle_i;in:dd':' ^Vhy liow could 
your return to this town Inive such an elfeet ^ 

lle[i. I will be candid antl tell you, Laura. Fate or something' 
like it, brouylit me back to ibis town, w ilbout any iiarticular object 
in view. Here 1 again met yon. (Strange things liappeii in our 
lives — tilings over wlucb we seem to have no eunirol; we are swept 
on by an impulse and a power w hich most often guides us for our 
good. I hope it may be so now. i love you — no man will ever love 
you more than 1 do; but a mocking voice in my bean — tlie instincts 
born of love, all tell me you ilo not lOve me. 'llii> is w by 1 fear that 
fate has destroyed ni}^ hap[iiiiess. Laura tlarliug, tell me that my 
teases have deceived me I Tell me yuu luve me a little and thai, you 
will be mine. 

Laura, llcginald, it grieves me greatly to see you so paintnl; but 
it is better for us both tnac we understand eaeli other. 1 saw your 
devotion to me, but could not prevent it. 1 can honestly say I 
did not try to lure you on. >.'o true woman will trille witli a, man's 
all'ections. Keginald, i cannot be your wife — because — because — I 
do not love you. (aside) Alas, 1 lo\e some one else! {aloud j Let 
us try to comfort each other lor we both have aching liearts. Let 
us be friends, bome would, perliaps, luidcrthe same circiunstances, 
niarr}^ for spite — some lor wcaitli or a liome; but she who would 
marry a man, knowing tliat she did not love him, is not worthy tl.e 
name of wonuui. Lee us be friends. Do not look in that way — you 
frighten me. 1 will eiKJeavur, witli the will of a w cak w()man, to 
forget him; perliaps in time 1 may learn to love you. Were 1 to 
many yoti now, i would be doing you the most cruel wrung a 
woman could do. I w oiild kel thafu wor.-e mark than that of vlCin 
w as on my brow. 

Ji'c'ij. Laura, you are tlie noblest woman in the world; j^ou have 
acted the part of a noble woman. I will not die — death is the 
coward's retreat. I can bear suUering better than most men. 1 am 
g(/ing away now, for a while. 1 wid return in a month and see if 
you are learning to love me. Farewell, dear Laura, farewell! 

Jlunic — Curtain. 

SCENE 1 V — Wood — Livehj mvaic at riac of curtain. 

Pat discovered. 

rat. F.'iix now% and that is a very bad job — tliat young woman 
scheming to sind tliat poor auld num out of the country "from lus 
darlint cdiild that he's been hunting lor these twenty years! tture 
now and she has no heart at all I liow would I feel now if it had 
been me, and she were trying to kape me from little Elsie, the 
darlint? But what does she want him out of tlie country lor? Let 
iiie see {thinks a moment) JSure uow and 1 have it! Ah, Pat, you've 



10 CLEx\BlNG THE MISTS. 

a sharp head ! Sure and yosi have ! Yes; and bedad, I beard this 
young lady say slu; woulJ .sind lor the Colonel to meet her here this 
moruing, so 1 guess I'll "lack a hit" lor here they couie ! 

{liides—hack 

Enter, Laura, l. — music. 

Laura. Ciuel, cruel fate that has made me a miserable, unhappy 
creature. Oil, wliy can I not love Reginald and be happy with liini 'i 
But I cannot! Oii, I cannot! My whole lieart is bound up in 
another. When Keginald comes near me, I shudder and have an 
aversion to him which 1 cannot explain. Oil, perverse, perverse 
lieart of woman! Would to God that 1 could turn ail my affections 
toward hiin! But 1 cannot! Second loves can grow up in tlie 
heart, but not readily in such a lieart as mine. I am even now 
scheming to send that poor old man away from his child; but i can- 
not help it. Harlv, here he comes! 

Enter, Colonel Hadley, r. — music. 

Col. I received a note from Laura Castleton desiring an interview. 
Are you tlie lady ? 

Laura. I am. JMr. Hadley, I understand you have lost a 
daughter. 

CqI. Yes! Yes! Do you know anything? Tell me everything! 

Laura, (aside) Oh, see his loVe for his child! It liurts me, but 
1 must do it. {aloxid) I am afraid I may disappoint you, but I can 
perhaps give you a clew. AV bile visiting in Wheeling some weelo 
since, I "heard a strange story of a girl tliere, who had been stolen 
from her home by an enemy ot her iatlier's. Perhaps this may be 
your daughter. 

Col. Terhaps it may. Oh, I would give world's to clasp my 
daughter, my little Vixen, in my arms before I die. 

Laura. Here is some money to defray your expenses, {gives 
mvneij) Go now and seek your daugliter. 

Col. ]My thanks I give thee. My prayers are always with thee. 
God will Ijless you for tliis. {exit, Coloxel, l. 

Laura. God? Oh, can there be a just and merciful God, anci yet 
all tliis suffering? Tliat poor old man is gone— ,i trust for good. 
jNly conscience rebels against sending him away; but come what 
may, i will be Artliur Burton's wife! {exit, Latjra, l. 

Fat. [comes forward) Faix now and maybe old Pat will have a 
hand in tliis pie'liimself ! Weil, PlUet the Colonel go to Wheeling; 
but I'll Ivcep sight of him. Pll straighten tilings up and then I'll 
send for him. Och! begorra and won't it Ije grand ! (exi(, Pat, r. 

Enter, Arthur, l. 

Arthur. Farewell all hopes of joy ! I'arewell ! I soon shall be 
far away from tliis most hallowed of all spots to me. 'Twas here I 
lir.'t met her. How well 1 remember it — the sun failing in golden 
Ijeanis across the grand old liills of Belmont, a bright L»lue canopy 
over head and a carpet of leaves, purple and golden, at lier feet. On, 
would to God 1 liad never seen her! belter for us both had we never 
met ! But 1 cannot stay here. I w ill go abroad. I will endeavor 
to help others to bear their burdens of sorrow ; for possibly in help- 



CLEAIIING THE MISTS. 11 

ing others I may in some degree forget my own — but, oli, never can 
I forget Iter! 

Enter, Reginald, k. — music. 

Jidij. Wliat — you h(>re? You, wlio liave wrecked my liap[)iiiess; 
uho liave shattered my fonde-t hopes; \v!io liave caused life to be a 
burden to me. You, wlio liave toru l^roui uieouewhom I love belter 
tlian my own life! Would to (Jod that your villainous fiiee had 
never been seen in Warnoek I 

Arthur. Mr, Mortou ! I do not understand your language. 

]!rii, Understand! No, of course you don't understand ! But I 
understand what it is to liave one's fondest hopes dashed to Liie 
ground; to have one's lieart trampled upon ; to have one torn from 
you whom j^ou love better than your own soul! And all because 
you, villain, have plaN'ed tlie part of usurper! 

Arthur. Mr. Morton, I don't understand you! 1 am in sorrow 
myself. 

Iii'ij. Soi'row! "What do »/c« know of sorrow? If it had not been 
for tlie cursed villainy of you and that scheming Lorena I'reston, I 
■would be a happy man to-day. 

Arthur. Sir, tihis is insulting ! I demand an explanation. Such 
language about a lady whom 1 hold in Ingii esteem, and about my- 
self, wiio have never knowingly wronged you, 1 cannot and \oill not 
endure ! 

liiiij. Never knowingly wronged me! Have you not stolen my 
love fi'oni m ? 

Artnur. Iteginald, I cannot understand you! If you will but let 
me explain 

Jieg, No, I will not let j'ou explain. I have had enough of your 
cursed villainy. 

Arthur. And I have had enough of your insults! 

Eeg. All right— call it insults if you will! There is a Avay of 
settling these dillicnlties. W hen will it siut you to meet to me, with 
your second V 

Arthur. AVliat — a duel? Dueling days are over; and I will be 
mixed up in no such disgraceful all'air I 

JiCij. Coward ! I knew j^ou dare not I 

Arthur. I am no coward; and since yon seem so anxious, I will 
meet you here next Saturday at one o'clock. 

Ji'cg. I will be here without fail, and I will puinsh ^-ou for your 
villainy! " (exit, L. 

Arthur. Villainy! I really don't know what the fellow means! 
So lam to fight a uuel! AVliat if I am killed! Ah, well! what 
matters it — to live is but nusery ! I must go and see Lorena for the 
last time and part with her forever. Uh, Lorena! Lorena! 

(.exit, AirniuK, l. 

Enter, Lauiia, i;. — music. 

Laura. What! Deserted? I thought 1 heard voices. Well, my 
plans are all laid, and by this time Ihe Colonel is on his way to 
Wheeling. My better nature cries out against it; but 1 have >''one 
too far to retreat now. I shall yet win Arthur Burton. 

(Pat comes forth from hiding place 

Fat. (aside) Faix now maybe uukl Fat will have a word to say 



12 CLEABING THE JITSTS. 

iiViOul tliati (dhmd) All, miss! I've liennl all of jour ctir^ctl vil- 
lainy, and I'll ('Xpiise you belore tlie worki I 

Laura. AVhatV How came you here ? AVhonreyou? 

Put. Ol'Ii I I'm only a he.ii'^'ar — but, miss, I've ij'ot a heart — a 
hearl that cries out against all this tl(!vilish villainy I A heart that 
hales in unison witli alllicted humanity; a heart tiiat bates for oi^ 
l)0()r auld man who hasn't seen liis onlj^ child for twenty yeais. and 
who lias been hunling for her all this time. I, too, lost a little girl; 
little Elsie, the darlint! God bless' her! I lo^• her up niong th(i 
lakes of Killarney ; and how would I feel if she wei'e Zoii to nui 
in.^tead of being nj) there, and yon were trying to keej) iier from me? 
I'oor, poor auld man ! Ills heart r.uisr he breaking ; and Avhat will 
he think alter searching all over AVheeling and not finding her? 
Uch ! Eegorra, and I'm all broke up! 

Laura. But this may not be his child! Besides, I will bring theiu 
together when 1 have accompli-lied my purposi;. 

Fat. That may be too lat'-; and besides, you will never accom- 
plish vour purpose for 1 know wliat it is, and I'll expose vou — sure 
and fwill! 

Laura. Sir, you are a poor man. I will give you one hundred 
dollars to keep quiet about ibis. 

Fat. W'iiat! Take a hundred dollars and kcei) that ])oor.old man 
from his child that he's been Ininting for tw(>nty years? JS'o ! 2S'oI 
I'll tell of your villainy and I'll make you suller for it! 

Laura, Will nothing chai'.ge your purpose? 

]\(t. Niver hut one thing will stop me, and that is death ! 

Laura. Then iliel 

She draics 'piatol from her breast and lira — I*.\r falls — tableau 

Curtain. 

SCENE I — 7V(r?or— Yixi'.N and Loiiena discovered seated. 

Vix. Alas, Lorena, it seems as if I were born for sorrow and 
trouble! Here 1 am— a young woman — and do not know my own 
name. 1 am indeed lost! Was I the only one who suffered I would 
not murmur; but think of the ar^guish my parents have sulfeied on 
my account for twenty years. And now, Lorena, I hear that you 
and Artluu- are about to part — all— all through me. 

Lor. Nay, Vixen, murnuu" not at the dispensations of [irovideiice 
\\ Inch, tliough sometimes mysterious, are always wise. 

Vix. But, Lorena, is it so that Arthur is going to leave? 

L'ir. Yes, Vixen ; ibr a while at least. It will be hard to part, 
but it will be better for us both. He is conung this morinng to say 
"good bye;" but 1 trust this farewell will not be forever. Sonie- 
tlung, I know not what, assures me that your parents will yet be 
found, and then all will he well. 

Mx. I-orena, I am glad to see j-ou so hopeful, (rises) I feel 
discouraged and sick at heart; but still I trust that your hopes may 
iKit prove vain. {exit, L. 

L'ir. To-day lie oasts himself adrift on the world for me — to wan- 
der o'er the world in search of Vixen's parents. Alas! What 
anguish and misery to botii of us is comx)riscd la that one word — 
farewell. 



CLE An LY a THE mists. is 

Enter, AnrnrR, r. — ijocs to T.okena and pnls an arm aronnd her. 

Arthur. T,oi-cn:i, tliis is iiulccd a dark day to l)Otli of us. Should 
I never reliiin. 1 ask you lo Lear your sorrow like the true woman 
that j'ou are. 

L<jr. 'J'alk not so I Were it not for tlie Ptron<>' liope that you will, 
at no distant day, he enabled to j-eturn witli the j^lad tidings tliat 
Vixen's i)arenis iiave been found, 1 eould not endure this partiui?. 

Arthur. Lorena, I know ihac we should not boi-row troul)le ; we 
have i)lenty in our lives svitiiout adding imaginary ones; yet in spite 
of myself, 1 iiave dark foreboding.'- of the futuie. 

Tor. IJfe has indeed lieen a lile of trials to us. Our pathway has 
not been all strewn Willi roses. There iiave been many ihnriis in 
our path; but is not "the darkest hour of the night that whieii just 
pi-eeedes the dawn':" If so, the ilay must surely soon dawn lor us, 
and the mists be cleared Irom this vallej'. 

Artlnir. Lorena, I ^\■ill try to hope us you do. It may be tiiat all 
will yet be well, {arm about icaisl) 1 know not, Lorena, whether I 
shall ever see you again, (sofl music) It may so liappen that this 
is the last time my eyes can ever rest upon you with love and sorrow. 
When 1 am in a lar away land, wear this {pnts on a ring) for the 
sake of one who appreciated your virtues, your noble spirit and your 
pure love. Look upon it, when perhaps the broad Atlantic rolls 
between us. Tidnk of your Arthur and the love he bore you. Fare- 
well, Lorena! Farewell forever ! Uciases her — tableau 

END OF ACT I. 

CUKTAIX. 
ACT II. 

SCENE I — Wood. Slow music at rise of curtain. 

Aktiiur and Lawkenck discovered. 

Arthur. No, Lawrence, it is impossible to do anything now but 
fight. Even Lorena could not alter my convictions on that point. 

Lawrence. But suppose you leave the country, llemember — "Tie 
who tights and runs away; may live to fight some other da.y." 

Aithur. Then I could never return with an untarnished reputa- 
tion. Perhaps I was somewhat hasty; but that taunting word 
"coward" from him, slung me to the quick. I have given my word 
and 1 will die rather than break it. How strange it seems tliat I, 
who was ahvays so Ojijiosed to duels, should light one myself — riojit 
in these woods, too, where 1 have passed many bright hours of my 
youth ; here where I told Lorena of my love lor her, and heard from 
lier lii)S the story of the lost Vixen. As I crossed the bridge this 
morning, I paused to reflect that perhaps it was the last time my 
feet would treatl those planks; for I feel that it is almost suicide to 
come out with such an expert; but I must do it now — so please don't 
try to persuade me that I need not. I trust Lorena will hear nothino' 
of this till all is over. If she hears of it she will be sure to come, and 
her presence would unman me. I have said good bye to her in 
this, (produces a letter) Give this to her if he kills me outright, and 
I thirdi lie will. IStill if it were uot for Lorena, i would feel no 
reluctance at laying down this life of trouble. Lawrence, you wiil 



U, CLEAtilXG THE MTSfS. 

do your best to comfort her— poor thino— she is p.-kIIv in need of 
coin fort. Lawrence, here's my w:< tell! (jjirrswnich) Keep it for 
the sjike of tlie d.nys 2,one by; when you look tU it rci^ieinber that it? 
owner preferretl to loose his life rntlier than his h'>iiur. 

Enter, Ekgixalp and his Second, n. 

lipg. What! Already here! The day whieli T have so longpd 
for lias arrived. To-day 1 will rid this town of tiic villain who has 
destroveil niv happiness. 

Arlfinr. Keginidd, I suppose it is war to the death with ns; yet 
in the jiresence of that God before wlioni tum of us will shortly ap- 
p(,;^,-_I dech-ire that I owe you no ill w ill; and before tliat stane God 
I say, in all u'ood conscience, th.it J never knowingly wronged you. 
It is not tluHingb malice or hatred tliat you see me here, but because 
slung by yourljitter taunts, I pledged my word to meet you— and-— 
I wifl not break it. You would listen to no explanation then — it is 
uimeccssaiy to make one now. 

Enter, Surgeon, l. 

Mvsic while making preparations. Lawrence prodrices pjsio?s— Reg- 
inald chooses one — the other is handed to Arthur. The)/ take 
their positions— B.EGiiiA'LD''s second gives signal — both pistols are 
discharged. Arthur falls. Eeginald and his Second exit n. 
Surgeon proceeds to examine Arthur's wound. 

Enter, Lorfxa, hnrriedhj, l. — kneels by Arthur and kisses him. 

Lor. INIyGodl They have killed hiin ! Oh, Arthur! Why did 
you not teil me of thisV I could then have been here to have saved 
you. Oh, Artiuir, speak to me! 'i'ell me you know me— your own 
Lorena! [surgeon rises) Oh, tell me— is be dead ? {imploringly 

Surgeon. He still lives. No vital spot has been touched. With 
proper care nnd perfect quiet he will recover. 

Lor. {in attitude of prayer) Thank God! Thank God I 



I 



SCEXE II— Wood. 

Enter, Vixen, r. 

Vix. Alas! Why was I born? To sever hearts bound in loves' 
tender tie? To shatter the fondest hopes of ambitious youth ? I 
feel as if I had a heavy burden to carry. My heart aches for poor 
Lorena; how much she must suffer! How would I feel if Lawrence 
was severed from me forever? I am almost weary of this life of 
trouble, and would be tempted to end it all if it were not for Law- 
rence. Ah, that unfortunate duel! I feel as if /were accountable 
for that. Eeginald is unhurt; Arthur is wounded— but — thank 
Qod! — not mortally. And the poor old Irishman has been shot — how 
or where he wilf not tell; but he had a narrow escape. Oh, this 
pain at my heart! 1 feel as if I were a barrier that has been raised 
\ip between Lorena and Arthur. AU, Nvell! I suppose 'tis all for 
tliebestl (e«i«, u j 



CLEABlKa TEE MISTS. 15 

Enter, Pat, r. 

I'at. Och ! Bfo'orra and licrc I ain — James Peter Michael Me- 
Ginis Patrick O'Hara— and not yet dead yet! tliouo-h tHe young 
lady did give me a party close call. Slie sint a bullet purty near to 
auld Pat's lieai-t. AVell, I niver told any of them how I was sliot, 
and I guess I won't till tiie time comes and I liave tliemall together. 
1 guess my plans are all laid now. 'JMie auld man is in Wheeling 
now, hut I'll sind him word to be at 510 AVest Biooklyn street day- 
after to-morrow at tin o'clocl<. J won't tell liini the name — Preston 
— it would excite him too much; so I'll just give liim the number of 
the house-, and I'll send word to Pawrence nnd Eeginald to be there 
at the same time. Arthur is already there; i>oor"fe]Iow ! He was 
carried tliere after the duel He came near gifting kilt just wdien his 
happiness is about to begin — nnd just to think! oiie poor auld Irish- 
innn is doing it all. Och! You've a level head, Pat; sure and you 
liave! And I'm thinking that St. Patrick is looking down on his 
namesake and ^saying— "Let her go, Pat! Give her more sand !" 
Och! Begorra, and isn't it grand? {highly elated— exit, l. 

Enter, Reginald and I^aura, r. 

Laura. Oh, Reginald ! I can't— would to God that I could ! But 
I never can love you! Oh, if you know wliat I sutler you would 
pity me! Often and often have I knelt down in the gathering 
twiliglit and pi-ayed to Almighty God that my aft'ections' niight be 
turned to you; but no use — no use! It seems as if my whole heart, 
my whole nature, my whole soul was bound up in Arthur Burton. 
Somehow of late I have been growing reckless. Jt seems as if 
Jieaven and earth were combined against me. 

Heg. Oh. Paurn, can you not give me one ray of hope? lean 
wait. Yes; I could wait for centuries, did life allow. 

Laura. Reginald, 1 can give you no hope. I pity you for I know 
what it is to sutler unreciprocated love. 1 will be your friend — I can 
be nothing more. 

Meg. Oh, Laura! I never thought 'twould come to this ! Don't 
you remember how, as boy and girl, we. went to school together, and 
we 

Laura. Oh, Reginald 

Heg. Nay, Laura, you will hear me! Don't you remember how, 
hand in hand we trudged to school together, and how we always 
took each others part in all our school quarrels? How we used to 
stand on the big bridge and watch the minnows as tliey played in tlie 
rippling water? How we used to ramble out tin-ough tiie town, i>ast 
the station, across the railroad and by the mill race to where the old 
mill stands? Oh, Laura! dou' you renuimber the old maple that 
stood above the old water wheel, and the log that lay under it ? 
Don't you remember how, many times, we have sat there together 
and watched tlie old wheel turning and throwing up its silvery spray, 
and liow little we thought tlien of all the misery and sorrow that 
was in store for us? Laui-a, 1 traveled over the same old path to- 
day. The old mill stands there still. 'J'he old wiieel is turning just 
the same; but other hands guide it now — for poor old I'"inicum, the 
miller, has long been laid to rest; and, Laura, the old raaple tree 
stuuds there siiU— the same oW log lies uuUer it, aud as I sat tUerQ 



16 CLEAni^G THE MISTS. 

to-rlay, old momorios crowded iijion me till I almost fell to the earth 
Avith iiiicf Mild sorrow. I reinoinbured the day — wlieii sitting there — 
Avlieu searce seven summers had passed over us, we plighted our love 
and I in my ehildish glee, eanglit you in my arms and kissed you. 
Litile did 1 then tlnidrir would come to this! 

Lmtru. Yes, Keginakl, I remember it all. 

J!eg. Well, lor'tnne lavoi-ed me. Uncle, dying left me a large 
forUme and I resolved to satisf}^ nn- ambition to travel. 1 traveled 
all ovir Europe; Imt 1 was not happy tor all my wealth. One day 
J was standing looking at a famous painting; it was the picture of 
an old nnll. Oli, Laura, how my lieai-t bounded at tiie sight, and 
all that I saw was an old mill ; its wlieel turning in the sunlight, and 
an old maple tree with a log beneath and on that log sat a little boy and 
girl, |>le(lging love for eternity. Tiien the picture changed — and I 
'saw a young woman. Ah! I know that face ! So 1 started that 
very nHirning from Kome and traveled night and day till I got back 
to old AVarnVjck — came back only to find that she whom 1 loved had 
given her heart to another. Oh, the agony of my heart then. 

Laura. Oh, Ifeginald I Say iv) more 1 Your words cut nie to the 
neart — but 1 cannot— oh, I cannot love you I 

Jicg. Laura, 1 CflH»oi — ic'i7t not give you up 1 'i'dl me yon \o^i 
me Just a little. I am starving — starving for your love. This other 
man does not love you, and never will. Oh, tell me, Laura, that you 
will forget him and be mine. 

Lavra. {diJianlUj) JS'oI I will yet be the wife of Arthur Burton I 

Hcfj. Never! 

Rkginald draws pistol and shouts her — she falls. Hkgij^ai.T), filled 
ivith remorse, kneels beside her — raises her in las arms. 

— Oh, God! I have killed her! Speak to me, Laura — ^just one little 
■word to tell me you forgive me ! Dead — deail — dead I gone forever! 
Oh, Laura! I did it because I loved you so ! Earth, Avith all j'our 
miseries and sorrows — farewell ! Oh, forgive me, Laura! I'm com- 
ing soon. 

Kissesher—suiiijorts her on-left arm, lohile icith right shoots himself. 
Vrash of music. 

CURTAIN. 

ACT II L 

SCENE I— Parlor in Lorena's house. 
Arthur discovered sleeping on sofa — Lorena by his sids. > 

Arthur, (leaking) Where am I? Am I dreaming? Ah, yes! 1 
remember it all now — that wretched duel! Wliat! Lorena — you 
here? Where am I? Ah, I see now — 'twas here I parted from you ; 
hut how came I here? 

Lor. You were carried here after the duel. You have been here 
three days; but your mind lias been wandering — you recognized_no 
one. 

Arthur. Ah, that Avretched duel! How is Eeginald? Is he 
hnrt? 

Lor, No; lie escaped unhurt. 



CLEArjNG TUP. MISTS. 17 

/ Arthur. I am o-iatl of it. I l>ore liim no malice. 1 was foolish to 
accept liis challenge, Avheu I did not even know what he meant by 
his insinuations; bnt I liad just parted with you and I was reckless — 
not caring- much whether 1 Jived or died. 

Lor. lie escaped from tlie duel unhurt; hut ordy to meet his 
death in aiiotiier way. Ilia hodj'^ and that of T/aura Castleton, were 
fonndjn tiie woods yesterday evening. A jjistol was by liisside. It 
is supposed he first sliot her and tiien himseh', for some unknown 
reason. 

Arthur. Tliis is sad news; hut T am glad it was not mj^ hand that 
sent him into eternity. ,So, my poor Lorena, you have heen caring 
for me. Oh, whj' did you not let me die, and rid me of my misery ? 

Lor. Oh, do not speak of dying! Ilow could I live if you were 
gone? 

Arthur. Ah, T>orena, better say how live if I stay? If I live how 
much better will it be? Ihit Trovidence is good in taking me out of 
my misery — for, Lorena, 1 am dying. {music 

Lor. No, A; tluu', you are getting better. Your mind has been 
wandering, but now is cleai-et! ; you will soon recover. 

Arthur. Nay, Lorena, \ny mind lias but cleared to conduct me 
through the "valley of the shadow of death," yet even with tlie odds 
tiiat are against me, I think that I could recover if there was any 
liopeof my ever winning you. Now, Lorena, read me sometliing 
from the Bible, and then I'll try to sleep awhile, for I am wear}'. 
(Lorena reads F)iahn x.ciii, 1st to MtJi verse — iciUi emotion) Yes, 
that's good ! Oil, won't it be grand when we get through the valley I 
01), I'm so glad I'm going home! 

{voices behind siiKj soj'thi, ^-Fm going home to-morrow!'' 

Enter, LawkenciCohcZ Yixhx, u. — IjOuk'sx motions quiet. 

Lawrence, {softly) Ilow is he, Lo:ena? 

Lor. I think he is much better. His mind has cleared and lie has 
been talking some. 

Lawrence, 'iiiank God ! lie will recover ! 

ior. I do not know. I think lie niiglit if his wound was all; but 
he seems so discouraged tliat I have grave fears as to his recovery. 

Lawrence. Ah, 1 see! We must do something to reviA^e his 
spirits. But you must be wearied with watching, Lorena. Go and 
rest awhile; Vixen and 1 will take your place. {exit, R. 

Lawrence a>id Yixex s('£— Arthur icakes. 

Arthur. Ah, Lnwi'encc, you and Yixen here! 

Lawrence. Well, how do you find yourself, my boy? 

Arthur. Bad ! bad ! A few more tlays and my "my body will be 
out of pain ; my soul be out of jirison." 

Vix. Oh, you must not talk so! You shall not die ! Lawrence, 
don't let him talk so! 

Lawrence. Tut! tut! IMnn, you're not going to die. Your mind 
lias cleared now, and your wound is healing nicely. You will soon 
regain your strength. 

Arthur. No, Lawrence; I never will. I cannot bear the misery* 
If life wer« as briglit to me as to you and Vixen, I tUmk I coulcl 



i$ iCLEAnixa tiik mists. 

easily live; but now I would rntlier die. For to live is misery, wliilc 
to die is peace and icst. Wlieie is Lorena':' 

Laioi-en ce. She is lying down, 

Arthur. Pure, unselflsh woimui ! AVhon I am gone, Lnwreneo, T 
Avian you and Vixen to clieer her all yon can. Make lior lite a,4 
]n-igihtas possible; and if Vixen's parents should ever be t'oinid and 
a SLi tor seek her hand, I ask her to listen to liiui for my s;ike. 1 
don't want licr to forget me; but to rememl)er me as an ol'! l'i'R'];d. 
I'i'omise me you will do all tliis, T.awrence. 

Lcmrence. Your wishes shall be faithfully carried out. 

j Ji'nter, Lokex.'. and Colonel Hadley, r. 

Lor. Here is a gentleman who says he received a note to be lierc 
fit 10 o'clock this inorning. 

Col. I have been in Wheeling some time. I received this note 
(prodmhKi note) day before yesterday. It is signed "Pat." 1 don't 
know wlio he is unless it is an old Irislimanwhom I met liere on the 
street about two months ago. Here are the contents of the note. 
(reads) "Col. Hadley— Dear Sir : Meet me at olG West BrookJyr. 
street, Warnock, Oliio, on July 2r)th, at 10 o'clock a. ni. Yours 
truly,' Pat. P. S. — Don't fail to be there or you'll l)reak old Pat's 
lieart! Yours truly, Pat— an old Irish beggar from 'mong the lakes 
ofKillarney." ' , .,.,.. 

I Lawrence. That reminds me that I received a note signed -'Pat,'- 
bidding me to be here at the same time. 
" Loretui. Tlierc is something very strange in all this. 

{door bell rings, l. — Vixen answers it 

Enter, Vixen, l., tvith Pat. 
Pat. Sure now and ye are all liere: IIow is the young man that 

'ft-as hurt? , ,, t 

, Arthur. Bad, mv friend, very bad ! I am going soon. 

Fat. Faix and if you get there before I do, jist tell tlie folks I'm 
'cominw too. (aside) But I guess he'll wait on the rest of us. 
'. (aloud" Jist take it aisy now, I've got the medicine to cure you. 
' Lawrence. My friend, will you explain the object of this meeting? 
Fat. Sure now and I'll be after doin' that very thing! But I 
want to tell ye all a little ttory first, if you'll give me your attintion 
a few minutes. 
Lawrence. Proceed I 

Fat. Well, once upon a time there were two boys wint to school 
too-ether down in Dixie, and tiiose two boys were very good friends. 
w'ell one day a new scholar came to school, a little girl with sweet 
blue eyes and golden hair. The two boys fell in love with her and 
soon their friendsliip turned into hatred. Things wint on well 
enouo-h till they grew up to manhood and one of tlie boys married 
the o-Trl. The other swore vengeance, and when a little girl came to 
I bless his schoolmate's home, he tore her from her ]>arents and they 
iiiver saw her ag'in. 

Col. Tell me. do you know 

Fat. Stidy there! Oim doing this talking meself! Well, the 
■man that stole the child died without giving thim her name, and the 
only thing that the child might be found by was a little locket. 
" Col. * es I Yes ! A locket with a lock of hair inside and her 



CLEAPJNG THE MISTS. 19 

iin^nc, "Vixen"' on Uio b.-ick — if my child liad tliat lock to-day. 

F/a;, Your ciiild ! {produces lockel) 01), i'atlier ! 

Cut. My child ! My child ! {the;/ embrace 

Lvrena. ' Oii, Arthur! Arlluir! (knech hij his bedside 

Arthur. And now, thank God, Lorena's mine I {embrace 

Col. Oh, Vixen! My eliild ! I never cxpeetod to hold you in 
my arms again. . Heaven is smilinj^ yery graciously on us to-day. J 
have been seeking lor you these twenty years. 

Vix. Oil, I never expected to see you, father! 

Col. We will never be parted again till death sliall sever us. 

Vix. Where is my mother? How well I remember her sweet 
("ace. 

Col. (sadly) Your mother, my child, lias been spared mucli of 
my sorrow. Long ago 1 laid her to rest 'neath the orange blossoms, 
and no doubt she is now. smiling on us from her home in the skies. 

Lawrence. Allow me to congratulate you, father. 

Col. Thank you — but — father — 1 don't understand! 

Vix. 'ibis is the man I love, father, and the one I have promised 
to marry. 

Col. {sliakintj Lawkknce's hand) You have won an angel, my 
son. 

Lawrence. Yes; \\ ith your consent she will be mine. 
Tbou'Jt be my nuise in sickness and my comforter in health; 

So gentle and contented, though love is all our wealth. 
Th)'^ voice so soft will soothe me, love, in each desponding hour; 
As heaven's honej% dear, consoles the bruised and broken 
tlower. 

Pdt. Xow I miglit as well tell ye how I got shot. The young 
lady, l^aura Castleton, 1 believe was her name, did it. You see, she 
loved this young man and she knew about this vow that kept you 
two apart. She passed the Colonel and me whin we were in the 
street, and she heard the Colonel tell me of his lost child. She 
thor.ght maybe he was Vixen's father, and slie knew if he found 
her it would remove that vow and leave you two free to wed. So 
she sint the Colonel to AVheeling; but I heard all other villainy and 
threatened to ixpose her, and what did she do but shoot me. 

Lor. But can you explain the tragedy V 

I'ut. Well' you see Eeginald ioved Laura, for I heard him tell 
her so, and axeil her to marry him; but she said, '"no — she would 
marry J^rthur Burton? 

Arthur. This explains why he was so angry with me, and called 
iiie a usur])er. I'oor fellow, Ids trouble is all over! ' 

Col. And now, Pat, 1 want to tliaiik you for all you have done 
for me.' 1 little thought when 1 met you on the street that day, that 
1 would have reason to thank you lor restoring my lost child to me. 
I can give you nothing but thardis; my wealtii I lost in the Trans 
Atlantic Silver Company and in searching for my lost child. That 
is the reason why you see me in rags to-daj'. Vixen. 

Vix. Don't think of that, father; I'm thankful that you came at 
all. {txirning to Tat) Aiul I want to thank j'ou, my good kind 
Iriend, lor all you have done for me. 

I'at. Ah, you've a heart like an angel, you have! I think if my 
Elsie had lived she would have looked just like you. [ 



go CLEAIiING THE MISTS. 

Lawrence. I want to tliank 5'ou, my good Pat, for bi'inging Iiappi- 
ness to lior I love hotter than life. 

Lor. i'iit, lujjgiic can not utter nor wortls exjiress the tliunks I 
•want 10 give .\ oil. 1 ou have made life happy loi- nic. Hud it not 
been lor you, life would not have been worth living. My good, 
kind sir, my tlianl<s and my prayers are youis. 

Arthur. l*at. 1 cannot come lo you — so come he:e to my side. I 
want to tell you that 1 love that woman better tlian my lile. Well, 
if you had not been our friend, she and I ^^ould have had to part 
forever; but now, thank God, \\e shall live liappily together! 

Pat. Live happy together I Why, 1 i..ougiit you were going to 
die! 
, Arthur. Nay, Pat! I feel now as if I could live for centuries. 

Pat. And so after going this far you're going to give it up as a 
bad job. 

Arthur. Yes, Pat; I guess I'll stay awhile! 
' Pat. And would you be after chating tlie undertaker that wr.y? 
Sure you've no more heart tlian a mile stone! Ah, I lould ye 1 had 
the medicine to cure you; 

I Arthur. Yes, Pat, your medicine works like a charm. We ^hall 
I have to call you doctor Pat. 

I Col. No; \\e shall have to call you detective Pat, as you have 
shown so much skill in that prolession. 

I Pat. No, Irienils, jist call me Iriend Pat. Eut there is one little 
matter 1 nearly lorgot. You tokl me one time that you had invcsteil 
some money in the Trans x\tlantic bih'er Company, \\hich you niver 
heard from. Well, the reason you niver heard from it was that they 
coukln't find you and suppostd you to be dead; bi.t 1 lonnil //tcm 
sale and your money sate, it hasbeen drawing interest since. Here 
is a bit of paper they axed me to give to you. {gives paper 

Col. {looking at paper) It is a check lur $50,000 ! 
Omnes. Pifiy thousand ! 

ilol. And now 1 have still greater reason to thank you, my friend. 
"VVe are all happy now. J.oiena and Arthur n id" be happy /(.tre. 
Lawrence, Vixen anil myself will go back to where the orange blos- 
soms blow — back to dear old Dixie! I>ul we sliall never lorget dear 
okl Warnock; and every summer when the roses bloom, we will 
tome back to the place where 1 found my darling. 

{voices outside simj, "■Pse gioine buck to Pixie^' 

Pat. Yes; Lorena and Arthur will be happy here\ tlie-restof 
you will go back to Dixie, and poor auld Pat wid be left all alone_ 

Col. Nay, Pat; you shared my lot in adversity and have brought 
me happiness. You shall now go back wIlIi me, and make your 
home with us. 

y"ix. No one would be more welcome. 

Pat. Thank ye both! but 1 have been thinking of going back to 
my native lanu — allhough it don't make much iliilerence where [ 
stay the rest of my lile, for 1 don't think it will be long before Ga- 
briel toots his horn for poor ould Pat. And something lells me that 
flW':iy up there where little Elsie is, they are kaping a corner for 
ould Pat .; and all i ask of ye, in return for what 1 did, is that once 
in a Avhile ye' 11 think ol me, and drop a wee little bit ot a prayer for 
poor auld Pat, who did what he could to help iu clearing the misls. 



CLEANING THE MISTS. n 

Kow I gness I'll go back to where uie d;iiiiu Elsric sleeps, up 'mong 
the hikes of Killanicy. 

Curtain jciUs — Immrdittlahj rises — lltcn an >i.ll kneclimj but Pat, loho is 
standiu.ij wiUi hm luinds outspread, (jivinj them hia blessinj — 
tableau. 

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friend Mike — Ralph. Lindsey — Alice discovers that her 
child is alive — Sweetbrier and her foster father — Death o£ 
Carlos Dare. 

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tacles — Nancy won't be bossed by city folks — Mr. Lind^ 
sey's surprise and arrest of Hendricks — Carlos Dare's con- 
fession — Nancy and Moses — Arrival of Sweetbrier — Inez 
meets an old friend — Earl discovers her secret and breaks 
their engagement — Green cucumbers. 

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loved wife — Hendricks threatens Sweetbrier, "Unhand me 
villain !" — Inez and Earl — Murder of Hendi-icks — Arrest 
of Sweetbrier-Inez declares Sweetbrier guilty — Escape of 
Sweetbrier. 

ACT IV — Scene I — Interview between Mr. Lindsey 
and Earl — Earl discovers his parentage — Inez — Uncle Si- 
las' dream — What became of Sweeibrier ? "Was she 
drowned ?" — Discovery of papers — Carlos Dare's confes- 
sion found — Death of Lindsey — "He has escaped the coiu 
scqiieiice of his crimes." 

ACT V — Scene I — Pauline and Moses in New York 
selling flowers — Mr. and Mrs. Hunter in search of their 
daughter — Sweetbrier discovers Mr. Hunter — Nancy's ex- 
perience with New York hackmen, etc. — Moses meets his 
mother. Scene II — Rogues' Rookery — Sweetbrier comes 
to Mr. Hunter's rescue — Meeting of Sweetbrier and her 
mother — Arrest of Nick — Reunion — Re-arrest of Sweet* 
brier. 

ACT VI — Scene I — Earle, as Lord Wayne, recog- 
•nizes Sweetbrier as his wife, and the mystery is cleared 
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b'ooliiig with tlu! Wniiijr Mail 2 1 

I'lcezin;.^ a Mother-iii-Law... 2 1 

Fun iu a Po,-:t 011ic,> 4 2 

Family Discipline 1 

vT.)o»e with the Gollen Ejcg--.. ■''> -^ 

(Vive Me Mv Wife. H :! 

llau-, iho Dutch J. P ". 1 

Hash 4 2 

]1. M.S. Plum 1 1 

lldW Sister Pa.vev got her 

ChiM nipliy. <l 2 1 

How Slie ha.- Own Way 1 .'^ 

How lie Poiiped the Quest'n. 1 1 

How 1 1 Tame Ai-iu-Liiw 4 2 

How Stout Vour (■ieltiiig 5 2 

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John Smith o 'A 

.Tumho .fifin 4 3 

Kiilin- T'Hie 1 1 

Kittie' WeddinsOake 1 3 

Lick Skillet M'edding 2 2 

Ivauderbneh's Little Surprise 3 

LodgiufTs for Two .3 

Matrimonial Bliss 1 1 

Match for a Mother-in-Law.. 2 2 

Moi-e Blunders than one 4 3 

Mother's Fool 6 1 

Mr. and Mrs. Pringle 7 4 

Mr. Hudson's Tiger Hunt 1 1 

My Heart's in Hiffhlands 4 3 

' y Prec'ous Betsey 4 4 

My Turn Ne.xt 4 3 

M AVife's Relations 4 4 

My Day and Now-a-Days I 

Obedience 1 2 

Old(Motheb- 3 

On the Sly 3 2 

ftthello 4 1 

Paddy ]\Iilcs' Boy 5 2 

Paten' Washing Machine 4 1 

Persteutcd Dutehnniii (> 3 

Poor Pilicotiy 2 3 

Prof-Bone-^'Latest Invention 5 



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Ijji' Quiet Family ..4 4 

171 liough Diamond 4 3 

IH) Ripples 2 

4.S Sell aps ] 1 

13-! Sewing Circle o." P riod .) 

Il> S. H. .\. M. P.njifore 3 3 

i:') Somebody's Nobody 3 2 

24; Spoiis on a Lnri<..." 3 

2.S2 Stage Siriick Vaiik.e 4 2 

2. .S Sirawbcny Sliorteaku 2 (I 

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4t» Th t .M.vsicrious B'dle 2 2 

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lti7 Turn H.m Out 3 2 

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54 The Two T. J'.s 4 2 

2:;; 'i he Best Cur.i 4 1 

2S ihirly-thiee Next Birthdiiv.. 4 2 

142 TittorTai 2 1 

21;; Vermont Wi.ol Dealer ."> 3 

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157 Yankee Peddler 7 .3 

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222 Colored Sena tors 5 

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l!H) Crimps Trip 5 

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2;H0 Hamlet the Dainty (i 1 

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24 Handy Andy 2 () 

2:^1) Hyiiochon<lriac The 2 

247 Incompatibiliiy of Temper... 1 2 

77 Joe's Vis t 2 1 

55 Mischievous Nigger 4 2 

2.5<i .Midnight Coiie 2 1 

12s Musical D;n-key 2 

259 Nobody's Moke o 2 

IM) No Cure No Pay 3 1 

til Not as Deaf as He Seems 3 

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That Boy S:im„ S 1 

That Awful Oiirpet Baft -^ 3 

Th-^ Seloot School 5 

The Popeorn Man „ ^5 I 

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